Translator: Latte
Caville grabbed a small wooden sword, he shifted his gaze towards Elody. She could see his anxiety showing through his trembling hands. To reassure him, Elody would occasionally wave her hand and give him a comforting smile.
While Caville continued with his training, Elody spent her time reading books about magic pills that the maids brought from the library.
Itâs surprisingly not difficult to make magic pills. In fact, she was capable of comprehending the contents without complication.
Perhaps, it was all due to Elodyâs innate intelligence.
She closed my eyes and tried to recall the procedure of creating magic pills. She brushed through the list of ingredients and procedures.
The key to making magic pills is the amount of mana. It is essential to inject the precise proportion of mana into the pills. Not to mention, the quality of mana is also very important.
Fortunately, Elodyâs born with the power to manipulate the earth and wind mana. It is the perfect setup. Alas, she was destined to be a villainess with a horrifying endâ¦. Regardless, itâs still a useful ability, so she could consider it as a gain for her.
Now the real problem is the ingredients. she needed numerous kinds of herbs and berries.
The seeds can be formed with magic, but where will she be able to grow them?
âI wish there is a greenhouse near the mansion.â
Truth to be told, the dukeâs mansion does have a greenhouse, but it has been a long time since anyone has utilized it.
It would require a huge amount of funds to repair the greenhouse. Itâd be great if she could expand the size as well.
âI have to take some of the savings in the vault.â
It originally belonged to Caville, butâ¦
âIâll sell tons of medicine and repay him later.â
(Elody continues to watch Cavilleâs training session.)
After much deliberation, Elody set her gaze back to Cavilleâs little figure.
Caville was a knight who was known for his swordsmanship skills, he was brilliant enough to make a big impact in the war.
It was described in the novel that Caville was unbeatable in a fight.
He was astounding, either his power or skills, both are formidable. Nevertheless, the Caville in front of her was nothing but a child.
âI canât believe heâs growing up so fast.â
Tears welled up in Elodyâs eyes when the realizations hit her.
âHuh? But⦠Isnât the training too hard?â
Today was his first lesson.
So, of course, he should be learning the basics, like the swordsmanâs stance and how to properly wield a sword.
âBut⦠how come heâs already learning how to spar?â
Somehow, Sir Vedosâ class seemed to be different from the usual swordsmanship class.
âStand up, my lord.â
Brien Vedos was very strict and cold-hearted. Even when Caville had fallen to the ground numerous times, he wouldnât reach out his hand to him. Instead, Caville had to get back up on his own.
Caville raised himself slowly, tears welling up in his eyes.
Seeing Cavilleâs pitiful face, Elody clenched her fist, trying to stop herself from running up to him.
âItâs nice to watch my boy grow up⦠but⦠still! Heâs crying!â
Elody glared at the harsh instructor, but he didnât heed Elodyâs silent protest. He went on with his lessons regardless of the piercing glare.
Caville fell a few more times, and a while later, dirt smeared all over his body.
His clean crisp attire had become an unrecognizable dirty rug.
Halfway through the lesson, Caville looked to where Elody was.
âWhen I saw his anxious eyes, my heart ached, yet I didnât step forward and kept enduring the upsetting scene.â
âYou have to grip the neck of the sword. Now, once more!â
Brien pointed the old wooden sword at Caville whoâs fallen again.
As time went on, Cavilleâs expression began to crumble.
âHeuuâ¦â
âWhat are you crying forâ¦.â Brien muttered with discontent.
Elody jumped up from her seat.
âI canât stand it anymore!â
âSir Vedos!â
Brien finally shifted his cold gaze to Elody.
Unlike her initial composure, all the maturity in her face had vanished and morphed into an angry expression.
âI told you before. Caville is afraid of adults! Why would you point your sword towards his neck like that? Donât you know how scary it is for a traumatized child to be held at gunpoint?â
ââ¦I didnât hit himâ¦.â
âThreatening him is the same as hitting him! I order you to train Caville with care until he gets used to it! It is still the first lesson!â
ââ¦I understand.â
Brien Vedos scratched his head due to the troublesome demand.
He felt odd because his usual training method was through strict and demanding practices.
It was also the first time heâs ever been scolded by such a young girl.
But as Elody said, the student was an abused child and had struggled with trauma.
Brien had no experience of meeting abusive adults when he was young. In fact, he had never been afraid of them. So it was understandable that he could not empathize with Cavilleâs pain.
Even so, there was nothing wrong with Elodyâs words.
It would be more efficient to teach with moderation until Cavilleâs able to adjust himself.
Caville was such a difficult student that Brien had to reconsider his teaching method.
Even so, Brien had fun teaching him.
Cavilleâs eyes were full of fear and he always looked as if he was on the verge of crying.
In the eyes of others, he wouldâve been deemed as a coward. But Brien knew he was far from a coward.
Brien could see that underneath his fears, he would instinctively look for the opponentâs weaknesses. It felt as if he was looking at an inexperienced young cub thatâll grow into a monstrous beast.
It sent a chill down his spine when Caville gave him such a menacing look. It was his first time to experience such feelings.
Brien expected the upcoming training to be interesting.
âOh, dear Lord! His knees are bruised!â
If only it werenât for that overprotective-parent-like duchess.
Elody rushed towards Caville who had fallen to the ground. Caville unwittingly stretched his arm around Elodyâs neck.
âAh, Iâm tearing up again.â
As Elody hugged Cavilleâs small figure, the dark clouds that had been accumulating in the sky, slowly started to create pitter-patter raindrops around their figures.
âThank you, Sir Vedos. Itâs raining, so letâs call it a day.â
ââ¦yes, madame.â
âGet on my back, Caville.â
âYesâ¦.â
Elody headed to the castle with small Caville lying on her similarly small back. Brien could only look at both of the figures dumbfounded.
* * *
Elody hurriedly headed to the bathroom where the maid had prepared warm water. Then she stripped Caville of his garments.
Caville was still afraid of adults, so she washed him herself.
Even though he has been well fed, his figure was still scrawny and frail. He looked as if he were only about four or five years old.
âIs the water too hot?â
Caville shook his head silently.
She saw deep cuts as she scrubbed his back gently with a soft sponge.
The first time Elody washed Caville, she was shocked to find countless wounds marring his bodyâ¦
The director of the orphanage often locked up the children in a room and abused them.
Recalling the odious man, she swore to avenge Cavilleâs wounds.
She gritted her teeth. She used to have similar scars across her body.
Count McClaire, Elodyâs father, was a violent man. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would beat up his wife and children, creating scars on Elodyâs body.
The marks on his thigh looked the same as hers.
âCaville, do your knees hurt a lot?â
âYesâ¦..â
Cavilleâs eyes welled up again as he recalled what had happened earlier, yet he didnât let his tears fall.
âNow that I closely observed him, he doesnât cry that often.â
It was admirable to see him trying to contain his tears.
Suddenly, an awful thought crossed my mind.
âCaville, did the orphanageâs director and his friends scold you if you cried?â
Caville nodded slowly, affirming her suspicion.
She felt sorry for him. It may be commendable to see a child holding back his tears. But to force someone to stop crying is just⦠inhumane and wicked.
Suppressing oneâs emotions does not eliminate them, rather, it makes it more difficult for the person to manage their feelings when other challenging situations may occur in the future. Worse-case scenario, the pent-up feelings could manifest into escapist behavior and give rise to physical and mental illnesses.
âCaville, you donât have to hold back your tears.â
âHuh?â
âYou can cry. Thereâs no one here that will scold you.â
âReally?â
âOf course, I may scold you sometimes⦠but I wonât force you to stop crying.â
âYes! Iâll listen to you, wife.â
âThen you have to keep your promise.â
Elody continued to scrub Cavilleâs body with care.
Honestly, she could ask for the maidâs assistance, but sheâd rather wash him herself.
She didnât want anyone to find out about the bruises on his poor body.
After the bath, Elody clothed herself with silk garments.
She left the bathroom and saw Caville, he was dozing off in front of the warm fireplace and his head fell to the side every once and then.
She laid out a blanket and wrapped it around him.
Feeling the soft blanket wrapping him, Cavill woke up. He looked up to me with his eyes wide open, blinking, trying to rid his sleepiness away.
âCaville, come, sit here. Iâve told the maids to bring you some vegetable soup.â
âOkay.â
Cavilleâs hand peeked out from the blankets. He picked up the utensil and spooned the hot vegetable soup thatâs been brought in by the maids. Watching him eating attentively, Elody called out to him.
âCaville, when the instructor pointed his sword towards you. Were you frightened?â
âYesâ¦it was scary.â
âHave you ever been hit before?â
âYes. It hurts a lot.â
Caville answered with a nod. Elody held Cavilleâs hand and said, âThe instructor wonât hit Caville.â
âReally?â
âYes. He will not hit you.â
âBut itâs still scary.â
âDonât worry, I will never allow him to hurt you.â
She clenched her fist with determination, then she looked at Caville.
âCaville, you know. Those people whoâve been bothering you.â
âYesâ¦â
âThe adults whoâve hurt you, theyâre worth nothing,â she said firmly.
âYou, on the other hand, are worth more than you think. Those adults? Theyâre nothing. You donât need to fear them anymore.â
âStill, Iâm scared.â
âDonât be. Iâll make sure to punish them for all the bad deeds theyâve done to you! You donât have to be scared anymore.â
âBut⦠what if my wife gets in trouble too?â
Caville bit his lips, hating to ever imagine the chance of his abusers laying their hand on Elody. Elody, who was looking at him, chuckled because of Cavilleâs adorable reactions.
Elody snorted at him pretending to be tough.
âHa, come on. Donât you know how strong I am, Caville?â
âReally?â
âYes, Iâll punch them all later. Like this, look.â Elody said, punching the innocent pillow beside her. Caville grinned at her remark.
She was serious though.
âSomeday, I will punish those people with my own hands.â
A thought crossed her mind, and she quickly fetched a paper and pen from her desk.
âCaville, do you remember their faces? Say whatever comes to your mind.â
Caville hesitated for a moment, but he began to describe the faces of his abuser. While speaking, he seemed a little scared, but he was relieved to see Elodyâs relaxed expression.
âReally? How big is his nose? Thick lips?â
She listened to his explanation attentively and began to draw on the paper. Though she had poor drawing skills, she was still able to get a rough sketch of those guys.
âThe guys who dared to bully my baby⦠Iâm gonna kill them all!â
After finishing the soup, the two fell asleep while talking in front of the fireplace.
They couldâve gone to bed, but the warmth of the fireplace was too comfortable to move away from.
The rain was sliding down the window glass. The sound of raindrops knocking on the window felt like a gentle lullaby, cradling both of them into a deep slumber.
Not long after they both fell asleep, a maid came in to pick up the dirty plates. She smiled as she saw the two children who fell asleep in front of the fireplace.
âOh, how lovelyâ¦â
The maid leaned carefully and carried Caville to bed.
âHuh? What is this?â
As she was about to carry Elody. She saw a piece of paper next to the child. It was a sloppy drawing of several individuals.
âDid they draw this? Oh my god⦠How cuteâ¦.â
The maid smiled lovingly and moved the children to bed.
The room was filled with the soft scent of gentle, powdery, and light fragrance.
And the paper with pictures in it was placed well inside the book.
The maid, who left the room, told her fellow maids about the lovely scene she had just seen.
Even Elodyâs cute drawings werenât left out of her story.
âOh, drawing pictures? How cute!â
âWho did they draw? Did they draw the butler? Iâll have to ask them to draw me, too.â
Contrary to the thoughts of the maids, those drawings were actually Elodyâs murder list.
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